The Hookey Player
THE HOOKY PLAYER By Dawn Marie I knew I was going to play hooky today. My sister had worn her favorite dress yesterday; it was also my favorite. I knew it would be in the dirty wash pile and I could wear it without getting it wrinkled. I would pretend to go to school and wait until my mother went to work, which was usually about fifteen minutes later, then I would go back home and put on my sister's dress. I knew this would work because I had done this many...